"I shall go on again myself soon."
"Oh, it's not so bad as that. Don't lose heart."
The score was two hundred when we met again.
"I once read a book by a lady," I said, "in which the hero started the over with his right hand and finished it with his left. I suppose Simpson couldn't do that?"
"He's a darned rotten bowler, anyway."
"His direction is all right, but his metre is so irregular."
At the end of the next over, "What shall I do?" asked Archie in despair.
"Put the wicket-keeper on," I said at once.
The idea was quite a new one to him. He considered it for a moment.
"Can you bowl?" he said at last.